Snow Was Falling

 

Snow Was Falling

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 30, 2020

Snow was falling, in the city

Many thought, it looked pretty

One young woman thought a Snow Angel would be nice

Others knew that following, would be ice

Watch the elderly, so they won't slip

They could easily, break their hip

Ice Skaters love it, and love to skate

Shanty town hoped, they had the right bait

Let's make a snowman, big and tall

And a snow fort, with a big wall

Let's make some tunnels, in the snow

I'm King Of The Hill, and you must go

Memories of going down the hill at the park

Watch that tree, or you'll leave a mark

Those were the days that we recall

As we watch and see all the snow fall

A snowball almost hit me in the face

Good thing I ducked into another place

Oh yes, the days of the snowfall are so pretty

As they fell quietly and peacefully, upon the City

I wrote this as the snow fell. Living in a place

where it snows during the Winter months, can

be enjoyable, but it also comes with more work.

But when you have grown up in such a place.

You come to accept it and enjoy the beauty and

the fun of having it snow. Of course you also

have so many great memories.

The After Effects Of Covid

 

The After Effects Of Covid

© Dec 28, 2020 by Bud Lemire

Nobody knows about Covid, until it hits you

You learn about the things, that you never knew

After it's over, and you're feeling better each day

The Covid After-Effects has changed you, in many a way

For many, a Panic Attack will happen, at any time

It's like you have lost, control of your mind

Enclosed places, and you are ready to explode

No matter how you try, you can't get in the relaxed mode

For those who survived the Ventilator, even more problems arise

There are Flashbacks to those days, and hearing death cries

Just like returning from a serious war, and you're taken back

They flash in your mind, it's a frightening attack

There are Nightmares that come, and nothing you can do

Just let them happen, and be glad when they're through

You sleep on the couch, can't sleep on the bed

Between Flashbacks and Nightmares, too much to dread

Hot flashes come and go, throughout the day

You keep wishing for normal, and that you'll be okay

To have these After-Effects, is a common thing

They are some of the consequences, Covid will bring

The normal things you could do before, sometimes become

the activities that set off Panic Attacks. All because Covid

went through your system and changed you in that way.

If you experienced the Ventilator, there are Flashbacks,

and Nightmares added to Panic Attacks. Imagine being

in an enclosed area, like a room, a car, in bed tangled up

in blankets, and all of a sudden you have a panic attack.

The fear is so overwhelming, there is no reasoning with it.

The calm you had before Covid, has now turned to fear.

Lovers In The Mist

Lovers In The Mist

One morning mist, two lovers kissed, oh what they faced, the two embraced. One was off to war, not sure what it was for. The other to be a Nurse, which one was worse. They said goodbye, and then started to cry. The tears they fell, and then came the bell. It was time to leave, their time was done. Time for him, to hold a gun. No more thrills, she passed out pills. One day in the future, five years yet to be. The war would end, he'd be set free. Was it too late for his true Love, he had to know. She wasn't to be found, where did she go? He looked for her all over the place, that beautiful woman with an Angel's face. He was losing hope, finding it hard to cope. When all of a sudden it started to rain, you may think this to be insane. She walked his way, holding umbrella in hand, and together they stood, he didn't understand. I could sense you coming, she said, and I know for sure you weren't dead. I could have married, but it wasn't right. I needed you, for you're my light. The rain turned to mist, and two lovers kissed. - a little poem that came to my mind

Dec 26, 2020 © by Bud Lemire

A New Year

 

A New Year

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 16, 2020

A New Year will start, but what will become

Of the people who listened, and those who were dumb

A vaccine on the way, what will it do?

Hopefully it will help, to start things anew

A new President will lead us, which will be great

There's hope for a future, we can truly appreciate

A New Year will start, we can make it our own

It can only get better, than the one we have known

For me, the best days are on the Island I love

Taking pictures of nature, and the clouds up above

So peaceful out there, and healing as well

Crossing the bridge, is like being under a spell

I wish for good health, I'll watch what I eat

I'll occasionally divulge, into something that's sweet

I'll exercise as much as I can, every day

I'll be thankful I can breathe, I'll be okay

As the New Year's bells ring, I'll remember this word

The New Year of “Peace,” like the well known white bird

I'll fly into the New Year, wearing a smile

Each moment I capture, I'll put in a file

I'm wishing everyone a Happy New Year. As we leave 2020

behind, there is hope for 2021 in many ways. A vaccine

for Covid, a New President and Vice President, whom I

think will do a great job. It won't be easy. I'll try my

best to live even healthier than before. I'll appreciate

each day I am alive and enjoy it as much as I can.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

A Covid Christmas

 

A Covid Christmas

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 2, 2020

It was Christmas time, a festive holiday for all

One young girl would face her losses, and have to stand tall

You see, this year, her Mom had Covid, which made her die

“Her health wasn't good at all,” Paula started to cry

She knew that Christmas in her heart, wouldn't be the same this year

Life forever changed, without the Motherly guidance of one she held so dear

Her Dad left long ago, not sure where he went

Christmas with her Grandparents, is how it would be spent

It looks like her Grandparents, have a new Angel on the top of their tree

She was staring at it, wondering, “Is that Angel looking right at me?”

The Angel seemed to move, and suddenly appeared nearby

Glowing so brightly, looking so much like Mom, made her cry

“Hi Paula, it is me, Mom, I had to come and say”

“I'm doing so much better, since the virus took me away”

“I know you miss me, so it's why I came to you”

“I'll be your Angel, always watching all you do”

Paula felt a strong tingle, as the Angel touched her soul

The Angel returned to the tree top, after making Paula whole

She knew from that moment on, wherever she would go

Her Mom in spirit, would be watching over her soul

Paula spent each Christmas at her Grandparents house. To see

the Angel on the tree top. When her Grandparents passed, she

got to keep the Angel for herself and put it up on her own tree.

Paula knows it's not the same without her Mom. Yet she also

knows her Mom isn't far away.

On The Ventilator

 

On The Ventilator

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 3, 2020

I tried my best not to get it, it would be fatal for me

Yet somehow it found me, now I'm caught in anxiety

That damn virus, breathing for me was hard

I tell you I did everything, I kept up my guard

Because of my health, it would be a trip through Hell

Here I am, on a ventilator, not doing very well

A tube down my throat, to help me breathe each day

Drugged up to help me sleep and heal, is the only way

Panic attacks come on, and I'm scared of where my future lies

In a room packed with so many, where the Covid patient dies

I wish they would take this tube out, but the time is not yet here

So when I am awake, I live each moment in fear

It's early December 2020, and I'm scared and alone

I just want to get better, and spend Christmas in my home

I know that healing takes time, especially for me and what I got

I tried so hard to avoid this Covid, but it's exactly what I caught

When I am awake, I text and reach out to my friends

I need to see their replies, in case my life ends

I'll grasp at anybody, I just hate being alone

I just want to spend my Christmas, in my home

I know someone very dear to me on the ventilator. It is

something I would not wish on anyone. It's to help them

breathe. The fear they must be going through, is so very

dark. Panic attacks, and so many thoughts of what could

happen. In a large room with others who have Covid. And

seeing them die all around in the same room. Wondering

and thinking “will I be next?” What keeps my friend going,

is the hope that it will get better, and will be able to spend

Christmas at home.